🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸

Milkweed Meadow
🌸{A Pink Necromancer Drabble Dozen} 🦄🌸
Drabble | Short Fiction | Dark Space Fantasy | Cozy Fantasy | MMM Romance

Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻

9 min read·Jun 19, 2024

By Wendy C Allen

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story

Series Trigger Warnings:

* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover

* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man

* Furry Yaoi

* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.

* Transman Mpreg

Not all things appear in all stories.

Series Heat Level:

* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon

* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange

* Novels: Orange, Lemon

What is the series about?

It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.

It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.

The Series Prologue

Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

Milkweed Meadow

🌸{A Pink Necromancer Drabble Dozen} 🦄🌸

Drabble 1.1: The Meadow Discovery

The early autumn air was crisp as Quaraun walked through the meadow, the waist-high brown grass swaying gently around him. Amidst the sea of dried vegetation, he noticed the telltale signs of milkweed gone to seed. The fluffy white tufts danced on the breeze, beckoning him closer.

“Unicorn, Glinta, come here!” Quaraun called excitedly.

The two approached, curiosity clear on their faces.

“We’re postponing our journey,” Quaraun declared. “This meadow is full of milkweed pods. We’ll camp here and harvest them.”

BoomFuzzy grinned, understanding the value of the milkweed floss. GhoulSpawn nodded, confused but ready for an adventure.

Drabble 1.2: Setting Up Camp

They quickly set to work. BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn unpacked the yurt from their supplies, setting it up under the trees at the meadow’s edge.

The pink silk tent shimmered in the dappled sunlight, a stark contrast to the autumnal hues surrounding it.

Quaraun, meanwhile, had pulled out many baskets and burlap bags from his bag of holding. He began the meticulous task of harvesting the milkweed pods, carefully plucking them and placing them in the containers.

Each pod was a treasure trove of the silky floss he needed for weaving.

“We’ll need as much as we can gather,” Quaraun explained, his hands deftly working.

Drabble 1.3: Harvesting Begins

Later that day, BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn joined Quaraun in the meadow.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the scene.

The trio worked together, their movements synchronized as they gathered the milkweed pods.

BoomFuzzy hummed a cheerful tune as he filled his basket, while Quaraun chatted animatedly about the various uses of milkweed floss.

Quaraun focused on his task, the repetitive motion of picking and collecting calming his mind.

As dusk fell, the meadow was filled with the sweet scent of harvested pods and the satisfaction of a productive day. Their baskets and bags brimmed with the fluffy treasures, promising a fruitful stay in the meadow.

Drabble 2.1: An Endless Task

Days of diligent harvesting had transformed the pink silk tent into a repository of milkweed pods.

Dozens of bags and baskets were filled to the brim, the fluffy white seeds creating a soft, feathery landscape within their temporary home.

GhoulSpawn stood amidst the piles, scratching his head in bewilderment.

“What exactly are you planning to do with all this?” GhoulSpawn asked, genuinely puzzled.

Quaraun smiled, his fingers deftly handling a pod.

“I shall weave it into cloth, Glinta. Milkweed floss makes a water-resistant, silk-like thread.”

GhoulSpawn blinked in surprise.

“You can make cloth from milkweed fluff?”

BoomFuzzy chuckled. “

Aye, it’s an ancient art. Ye’ll see.”

Drabble 2.2: Deseeding Fluff

Inside the tent, the trio sat in a circle, meticulously separating the milkweed fluff from the pods.

Quaraun’s movements were swift and practiced, his golden-plated prosthetic gloves glinting in the dim light.

BoomFuzzy worked beside him, his large hands surprisingly gentle with the delicate seeds.

GhoulSpawn, still new to the process, fumbled occasionally but persevered.

Quaraun demonstrated, picking out the seeds with precision.

“This is the first step,” he explained. “The fluff will be spun into thread.”

GhoulSpawn, despite his scientific prowess, found himself awed by the simplicity and ingenuity of the task. He focused, determined to contribute.

Drabble 2.3: Endless Work

Night had fallen, and the tent was lit by a soft glow from their lanterns.

The work had been slow and methodical, and the trio was visibly exhausted.

GhoulSpawn glanced around, noticing how little progress they had made compared to the remaining piles of pods.

“This will take forever,” GhoulSpawn sighed, his voice tinged with frustration.

BoomFuzzy rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“This is life with Quaraun, lad. His weaving is our livelihood. Without it, we cannae repair the bio dome, run the lighthouse, or feed the outskirt settlements. All expensive things. Money has’ta come from somewhere.”

Quaraun nodded, smiling wearily.

“It’s tedious but necessary. Together, we’ll manage.”

GhoulSpawn felt a new respect for the ancient art and his companions.

Drabble 3.1: Carding the Floss

Several days had passed, and the tent was now filled with neatly separated piles of milkweed fluff, pods, and seeds. GhoulSpawn stretched, looking at the orderly heaps with a sense of accomplishment.

“So, when do we move on?” GhoulSpawn asked, thinking their task was complete.

Quaraun, however, was busy setting up his carding pin barrel wheel.

“We’re not done yet,” he said, smiling at GhoulSpawn’s surprise. “I must card the floss into fleece before I can spin it into threads.”

GhoulSpawn sighed, realizing there was still much work ahead.

BoomFuzzy chuckled at his exasperation.

“Patience, lad. We just getting started.”

Drabble 3.2: Spinning the Floss

Days of carding followed, the repetitive motion of the barrel wheel blending the milkweed fluff into soft, cohesive fleece.

GhoulSpawn watched as Quaraun deftly handled the carding process, transforming the fluff into something more manageable.

Finally, the carding was done.

Quaraun moved to his spinning wheel, his movements fluid and precise. GhoulSpawn observed in awe as the piles of white milkweed fluff began to transform into long, thin strands of silk-like thread.

“You really can make cloth from this,” GhoulSpawn marvelled, watching the delicate threads spool onto the wheel.

Quaraun nodded, his focus unwavering as he spun the fibers.

Drabble 3.3: Tea and Cookies

Night had fallen, and the tent was illuminated by the soft glow of lantern light.

Quaraun’s spinning wheel continued to hum, the rhythmic sound a soothing backdrop.

BoomFuzzy brewed tea and baked gingersnap cookies, the warm aroma filling the tent.

“Tea and cookies, lads,” BoomFuzzy announced, placing a tray beside Quaraun.

Quaraun nodded appreciatively, not pausing in his work.

GhoulSpawn took a cookie, savouring the spicy sweetness. He watched Quaraun, the spinning wheel’s motion almost hypnotic. Despite the long hours and hard work, there was a peaceful contentment in the tent.

As the night deepened, the spinning wheel kept turning, a testament to Quaraun’s dedication and the quiet rhythm of their lives.

Drabble 4.1: Harvest Complete

Days had turned into weeks, and the tent was filled with the steady hum of Quaraun’s spinning wheel. Finally, the work was done.

Quaraun stood back, surveying the wooden crates filled with neatly spooled milkweed thread. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction at the sight of his handiwork.

“We’re finished,” Quaraun announced to BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn. “We can break camp today.”

GhoulSpawn let out a sigh of relief.

BoomFuzzy grinned, happy to be moving on.

They admired the crates, knowing the spools of thread would soon warp the looms and be made woven into silk.

Drabble 4.2: Breaking Down the Yurt

BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn set to work taking down the yurt, their movements efficient after weeks of practice.

Meanwhile, Quaraun walked through the meadow, scattering the milkweed seeds he had carefully saved.

The seeds caught the breeze, floating away to settle into the earth.

“Next year, there will be more,” Quaraun murmured to himself, imagining the meadow filled with fresh milkweed plants. It was his way of giving back to the land that had provided so generously.

The yurt was soon packed up, and the meadow was ready to return to its natural state, prepared for the next season’s harvest.

Drabble 4.3: Marking the Meadow

As they set out on the road again, the crates of thread safely stored, Quaraun walked beside BoomFuzzy. The sun was high, promising a clear day for travel.

“Mark this meadow on your map,” Quaraun instructed. “We should return next year for another harvest.”

BoomFuzzy nodded, pulling out a worn map and making a careful note.

“Aye, me wee lil Elf. We’ll be back.”

GhoulSpawn glanced back at the meadow, already missing its tranquil beauty but eager for their next adventure.

Together, they moved forward, the promise of future harvests and the bonds they had strengthened guiding their steps.

The End?

Today’s random word is Meadow.

Maine Themed 30 Day Writing Prompt Challenge
I just felt like making this today, so here it is.

More Quaraun:

All the roads are gone

The Beacon Room at the Top of the Black Tower Lighthouse

A Culinary Catastrophe: The Cursed Tomato Soup

The Fluffy Pink Disaster

Ghosts Beneath the Pink Silk Tent

Glimmer in the BioDome

The Great UnSeelie Court Swindlers

Haunting Rituals of the Night

How to Create a Literary Empire with Just Your Bum Poems

I Need To Feel Safe

Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen

Lord of the Hive

Magic Apples, a Drabble Not

Mayonnaise

Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona, a Prosimetrum

A Path of Twisted Trees

The Pink Tent’s Unseen Shadows

The Rain-Drenched Alley

The River's Toll

The Temple City of The Green Goddess, Where Every Street Has a Name

The Terrifying Cliffs of Noodle Beach, featuring Etiole

A Tumble In The River

The Wand Mishap

When a Government Tries to Cover Its Crimes

Wrath of the Sacred Pink JellyFish

Zombies Are but Rotting Flesh and Fetid Breath

Zombies Are Not the Worst Thing Here {TW: Love fucking wins}

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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

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The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

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GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series

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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

By EelKat Wendy C Allen

🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸

The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:

I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.

🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.

Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.

This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.

*shrug*

I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.

Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.

This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).

I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.

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